Page 29 of Mating Mia
“Shit,” I whisper, desperately trying to clench muscles that are already overtaxed from last night’s activities. I need to pee right now, or I’m going to embarrass myself in ways I don’t even want to contemplate.
With no other options, I call out softly, “Finn?”
His eyes snap open instantly, alert and focused, as if he had never been asleep at all. The soldier in him—always ready, constantly vigilant—is something I both admire and find slightly unnerving.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, voice rough with sleep but mind sharp. He’s already half-rising, looking around at all the windows, scanning for threats.
“I’m sorry to wake you,” I whisper, heat flooding my cheeks. “It’s not an emergency or anything... well, not that kind of emergency. I just... I need to pee really badly, and I can’t get up.”
Finn’s eyes drop to where I’m seated on Kane’s lap, taking in the situation with a quick sweep. The corner of his mouth quirks up in that barely-there smirk that always makes my heart skip.
“I see the problem,” he says, unfolding his long frame and stretching before moving across the small space to crouch in front of me. “Our alpha doesn’t like to let go, even in sleep. I wouldn’t dare get in his way.”
“Can you help me?” I ask, squirming as another wave of pressure builds. “I really can’t hold it much longer.”
Instead of helping me up as I expected, Finn reaches for an empty coffee mug that had been discarded in one of the cup holders. He holds it up with a raised eyebrow.
“What? No!” I hiss, horrified at what he’s suggesting. “I can’t do that here, in the van, with you watching. Just help me get free, please.”
“You’ll never make it to the next rest stop,” Finn says matter-of-factly. “And if you try to separate from Kane right now, you’ll wake him, and you know how grumpy he gets when his sleep is interrupted.”
“I can’t,” I protest weakly. “It’s too embarrassing.”
Finn’s expression softens just a fraction. “Mia, I’ve had my tongue in every inch of you. I’ve watched you pant and beg and come apart under me. There’s nothing about your body that could possibly embarrass you in front of me anymore. Don’t be a brat now.”
Before I can formulate a response, he reaches for the hem of my dress, pushing it up to expose where Kane and I are joined. His eyes darken at the sight, pupils dilating with instant desire.
“I’m not being a brat!”
“Fuck,” he murmurs, voice dropping to that husky register that always makes heat pool between my legs. “Still stretched so widely around him.”
I try to close my legs, mortified, but Finn easily pushes my knees apart, his strength far outmatching mine.
“Finn, please,” I whisper, caught between desperate need and utter embarrassment. “This is so humiliating.”
“It’s just your body, little omega,” he says, positioning the coffee mug between my spread thighs. “It’s only me. No one else has to know.”
I struggle again, trying to close my legs, but his grip is firm, keeping me exposed. The position makes Kane’s cock shift inside me, and I can’t help the small gasp that escapes my lips as I clench my pussy.
“Stop fighting it,” Finn says, his free hand stroking my inner thigh in soothing circles. “You’ll feel better once you let go.”
The gentle touch, combined with his calm reassurance, begins to dissolve my resistance. My bladder is screaming now, and I know I have no choice. With a defeated sigh, I relax as much as I can with Kane still deep inside my ass.
Nothing happens at first. My body is too tense, too conditioned against releasing in front of someone else. Finn seems to sense my struggle, his fingers moving higher on my thigh, dangerously close to where slick is beginning to gather despite my embarrassment.
“Breathe,” he instructs, voice low and hypnotic. “Focus on relaxing. It’s just me here. Just us.”
I close my eyes, trying to follow his directions, forcing my muscles to unclench one by one. And finally, with a sensation of blessed relief, I begin to release a stream of urine into the mug. The sound seems obscenely loud in the quiet van, but Finn doesn’t react beyond adjusting the mug’s position slightly.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and something about his praise in this vulnerable moment makes my cheeks burn hotter.
The relief of peeing is almost orgasmic after holding it for so long. I can’t help the small moan that escapes me as my bladder empties, the pressure finally easing.
When I’m finished, Finn sets the mug aside and reaches for a napkin from the glove compartment. With careful attention,he wipes between my legs, his movements clinical at first but quickly becoming something else entirely.
The napkin circles my pussy, wiping away the last drops of urine, but then he continues, dabbing and stroking around my already swollen clit. Each pass sends electric shocks of pleasure through my oversensitized body.
“Look how eager your clit is,” Finn observes, his voice rougher now. “Every time I rub it, it’s all pink and swollen, begging for attention.”
